Nan Yueziyi, who found no abnormalities outside Chu Shixian's yard, turned to the roof of the Great Elder.

Taking advantage of the darkness and the great skill of lightness, I squatted there silently and looked down.

I saw two bodies of **, and one of them turned out to be the great elder of the Holy Palace. The woman was a little bit disgusted, and Nan Yueziyi was frozen there for a moment.

He is not young and understands that it is a matter of men and women. Looking at such a picture, he is a little unacceptable.

"Great Elder, will I not see you soon?" Yanan also knew that his current identity was the secret of the Holy Palace, and to keep this secret is to let himself disappear.

While speaking, he turned around and sat on the elder, causing a stir.

The elder with white hair and hair trembled for a moment, obviously too excited, but turned around and overwhelmed Yanan: "How could I bear to let you be like a little fairy..."

"But...there is the Holy Son..." Yanan's face turned red and her eyes were as charming as silk. However, under Chenghuan, her brain was very clear.

I am even more clear about what I should do and what I should ask for.

"What is the Holy Son? Everything is up to me." The Great Elder said disdainfully: "As long as I am here, no one dares to hurt you."

"Well, ah..." Yanan was very satisfied with the answer and shouted hard.

This made Nan Yueziyi on the roof look disgusted and was very disdainful of the man and woman below.

At this moment, he felt that the Holy Palace was not as holy and noble as he imagined.

And it seems that there are still some problems with the Holy Son.

Instead of seeing the saint girl beside the saint son, a female disciple asked the Great Elder what to do.

For a moment, Nan Yueziyi was a little confused. What would the identity of the woman under the Great Elder?

Where did the Saint go?

It was not until the third day that the elder got up from Yanan with satisfaction. After listening to the movements around him, Nan Yueziyi on the roof hurriedly breathed.

He knew that the great elder of the Holy Palace was definitely better than him and he could never discover his existence.

"Okay, dress neatly, go back to the saint's yard first. As for other matters, I will arrange it." The elder patted Yanan's chest and said softly.

He didn't want to silence Yanan at this time, and wanted to stay by his side and spoil him well.

This Yanan knows her own thoughts too much. Once the elder who has never met a woman in recent years gets the benefits, she will be out of control.

And the female disciples here cannot be touched casually. The people in the Holy Palace are all noble, and there are very few women like Yanan.

Nan Yueziyi kept watching Yanan leave, but she didn't dare to move.

But his brows became tighter and tighter. It seemed that this woman must be the saint in the daytime. The saint was not in the saint's room, but the elder was also hanging around here, which was really hurtful.

They also respect the saints so much and worship them.

Thinking about it now, it's really stupid.

The elder also changed his clothes, and then called out loudly while listening to the movements around him.

Nan Yueziyi on the roof regretted it a little. He was afraid that he would not be able to leave this place because he would be discovered as soon as he moved.

The relationship in the holy palace was chaotic, and the saint was not as holy as legendary, but he had no evidence. Even if he told it out, no one would believe it.

Even if someone believes that with the current strength of the Holy Palace, no one dares to touch it at all.

In the end, the one who suffers from the loss must be himself.

Thinking of this, Nan Yueziyi became a little anxious, but heard the sound of the door opening.

"Great Elder." A man walked in respectfully, his voice was not high.

"How is the investigation of the saint's matter?" The great elder's anger surged up again. It has never happened that the saint was taken away for so many years, which is really unacceptable.

If it is spread, the position of this great elder will definitely be lost.

"The psychedelic array at the foot of the mountain has been destroyed. I think... the Saint and the Proton of Beiming have left." The voice of the visitor dimmed a little, and he even lowered his head when he spoke.

I dare not see the Great Elder.

The Holy Palace really met an opponent this time.

And he is a master among the masters.

Saint, Bei Ming Protoko, jumped into Nan Yueziyi's mind. For a moment, he seemed to understand something, and was a little confused, so he lowered his head and continued to listen.

"Continue to send people to chase each other, and the North Ming Proficiency will kill him. The saint must ensure safety and must not be hurt. Just bring it back." The elder slapped the table in anger: "These two people will definitely not go back to Xuancheng. The saint is being plagued by the first-level killing order. I think they will solve this problem first. In this way, let the disciples in Nanyuewu City keep a closer eye and send the portrait of the saint over. When they see the saint, they must bring it back."

"Yes." The man responded, turned around and left, and immediately arranged what the Great Elder had just ordered.

Only the elder was left in the room, and his old face became even colder: "Leng Qianqian, if it weren't for your pure bloodline and being recognized from above, I wouldn't have protected you again."

If he could, he would send people to surround Leng Qianqian for those valuable gold.

But, after all, he dared not.

Because he was afraid of Wuya, Li Hua, Nan Yue Linglong, Dongfang Yuzhao...

People on the altar cannot be provoked or afforded.

Therefore, he could only continue to find Leng Qianqian and enshrine the puppet saint.

It was not until Mengmengliang that the elder sighed and left the room. Nan Yueziyi, who had been lying on the roof of the room and did not dare to breathe, was finally able to leave.

He seemed to be stimulated and could not accept the facts.

It turned out that the woman they worshipped during the day was a fake, but she was just a woman enjoyed by the elders.

I don’t know where the real saint woman is.

When he said what he heard to Nan Yue's old emperor, Nan Yue Jinfan's face was also quite ugly, and he did not expect that the Holy Palace would be so unbearable.

But they could not change anything even after they knew the truth. With Nanyue's national strength, they are the weakest among the four countries, let alone facing the Holy Palace.

This can only be done as if you don’t know, and at most you are careful to be careful.

Because the Saint is going to Nanyue, the Holy Palace is going to chase Nanyue. Nanyue’s imperial city Wucheng may bring about a bloody storm. This is something that Nanyue Jinfan doesn’t want to see, but it is inevitable.

I could only sigh silently: "I can only know about this today and you. Even if it is rotten in my stomach, I can't tell you."

Nan Yueziyi, who was raised too well, could only nod in confusion. These things were indeed beyond the scope he could bear. He never knew that there were so many dirty things in the world.

It seems that Nanyue's harem was in a peaceful and prosperous era, and there was no conspiracy and struggle at all, because no matter how much the women competed for favor, it had nothing to do with the prince Nanyueziyi.

So, he knew too little.

"Yes, Father." But he still responded obediently: "We will leave tomorrow."

"It's better not to come here again." Nan Yue Jinfan shook his head: "The Holy Palace has decayed."

Nan Yueziyi didn't answer the conversation, just looked out the window.

He suddenly wanted to see what the real saint looked like and what kind of woman he was.

The rumors about Leng Qianqian have spread, but they will not be spread in the imperial palace. Therefore, Nan Yueziyi did not know that Leng Qianqian was not famous.

Even Nan Yue Jinfan didn't know that he didn't care about these things. He only cared about the saint's desire to go to Wucheng and the people from the Holy Palace were going to chase Wucheng. This was not a good thing for Nan Yue.

But he was powerless to change these facts and could only face them.

"That woman is definitely not Leng Qianqian." Chu Jiuchen looked at his princes and frowned and said, "I know Qianqian more than anyone else, and everyone knows Qianqian."

Chu Jiuchen could tell at a glance that his figure was definitely not Leng Qianqian.

Although they were not as husband and wife, he loved Leng Qianqian. When Leng Qianqian did not leave the Ninth Prince's Mansion, he also carefully observed Leng Qianqian.

I even found a reason to stay in Leng Qianqian's room once, but I failed and seemed to have done nothing.

Instead, Leng Qianqian made a plan.

"It's true." Chu Zhaochen had entangled Leng Qianqian twice, and he could see it clearly. Leng Qianqian's body was even thinner, but every time he stood there, he was like a green pine and cold cypress, with a tall figure.

The temperament is even more outstanding.

That kind of nobleness, together with arrogance, is something that no one can learn.

That fake saint could not stand the momentum of Leng Qianqian.

Even the prince Chu Jingchen frowned fiercely. He had already realized something was wrong. The woman did not have Leng Qianqian's aura.

"So to say this... Holy Palace?" The eldest prince was a little unbelievable, looked up slightly, looked at the princes, and looked at Shizong.

Originally, all the Holy Sons and Saints were from the Eastern Dynasty, which made Shizong's heart ease a little.

Anyway, the Eastern Dynasty also showed its face, and when the Holy Palace handled things, it would also consider the feelings of the Holy Son and the Holy Emperor, and indirectly consider the Eastern Dynasty.

At this point, this holy palace is not a holy place at all.

Even such a fake saint can be done.

"Where will Leng Qianqian be now?" The third prince Chu Yuchen also had some confusion on his face.

Every time the fifth prince Chu Zhaochen entangled Leng Qianqian, he would watch coldly and know little about Leng Qianqian. At this time, when he heard the princes say this, he cared more about Leng Qianqian's place.

You should know that Leng Qianqian was being hunted by killers from all over the world, and he has been missing all these days.

He even wanted to know whether Leng Qianqian was dead or alive.

Everyone lowered their heads and frowned, and even Shizong sighed: "I didn't expect this girl to be a saint."

If he had known it, he would never have let her be removed from the royal family, and he would not have let Xu Miao attack her again and again.

At this moment, I felt extremely regretful, but I had no choice.

"After going back, you must find this girl as soon as possible." Shizong continued, his eyes unable to hide his depression: "Your Majesty's matter must be handled well."

Of course, what Shizong said was the pursuit.

He almost took Chu Shixian's life and revealed Shizong's fox tail.

This made Shizong very regretful. He endured so much, but he couldn't stand these last few days.
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